McDonald’s In Moscow

As I have often suggested, T***p is a stone-cold threat to escape American justice by absconding to Russia or any other authoritarian country which will allow him to park his loser clown car in the shadows.

This morning I was intrigued to read an article by Julia Davis in the Daily Beast which added even more veracity to this notion. Read the article here and take a few minutes to poke around the Daily Beast: it’s an excellent source for unadulterated news and commentary.

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Here Comes the Bus

occamIn an age of Data Mining, Facebook Scrapes, and Truthiness, is Occam’s Razor still a valid approach to critical thinking?

Everyday I am bombarded by political analysis which asks if Bunker Boy Donald is a Fascist, a Con-Man, a Moron. It goes without saying that Der Drumpt is all of those and then some, but does being a Racist, even a delusional Racist who lies and cheats, bringing chaos and cruelty to the American way of Life, sufficiently explain what is actually going on?

Today the big question is, despite a recent tell-all book revealing that Der Drumpt is only concerned for his own well-being and his own reelection, Bunker Boy seems to be doing everything he can to turn-off vast numbers of citizens of this country, systematically reducing any chance he has for reelection.

Why?

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Forty Rooms

images.jpgForty is God’s number for testing the human spirit. It’s the limit of man’s endurance, beyond which you are supposed to learn something true. Oh, you know what I mean — Noah’s 40 days and nights of rain, Moses’ 40 days in the desert, Jesus’ 40 days of fasting and temptation. Forty of anything is long enough to be a trial, but it’s man-size, too. In the Bible, 40 years make a span of one generation. Forty weeks make a baby.

Apparently the story goes that we all live our lives moving through forty rooms: my bedroom in the family home, my dorm room, the rooms of my first apartment, the rooms of my first house. This becomes the simple structure of Olga Grushin’s novel Forty Rooms.

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